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I Will Be My Hero by Alana Montgomery
I just made the biggest decision of my life. I just left my life partner of 4 years, Wes. By the way my name is Jeff. I am 24 years old and look like your typical Abercrombie model. I am about 5' 10", curly sandy blonde hair and a swimmer's physique.
I met Wes when I was a junior at Dartmouth. I was cruising the mall looking for summer work so that I wouldn't have to get into debt with student loans. When suddenly this man bumped into me and knocked me over. He was 6' 2", fairly built, and had short brown hair. Apparently security was chasing him because he stole a wallet from Filene's. He quickly introduced himself as "Wes", slipped me his number and quickly ran off.
After he finished serving his sentence, I called him. The six months when we were in the "courting" phase of our relationship were pure bliss. I still remember the first time we made love. We drove for hours in his old beat up Ford F-150 until we reached the Green Mountains in Vermont. It was around fall at this time. He parked in an empty field right under an orchard of maple trees.
"Close your eyes", he said as he helped me out of his truck. So I did. I heard him get some things out of the tool box in the back.
"Now open them", he said. When I opened my eyes, there was a red and white checkered blanket spread across the grass with tupperware dishes full of food and a 12 pack of cokes.
"Oh my god, this is wonderful", I gasped. He then kissed me soft yet passionately on the lips. We sat down and ate and just chatted about extremely superficial stuff. After eating, He rolled up the blanket and carried it under his arm as we walked through the orchard. Within a couple of minutes we came across a lake and he rolled the blanket out over the wooden dock.
"Wanna go swimming", he asked.
"Oh, sorry I forgot my suit", I responded. He then started to strip his clothes.
"Who needs suits", he asked in a "duh" tone.
"Are you suggesting that we skinny dip, Mr. Wes", I asked pretending I was shocked by the notion. He then slid down his boxers and jumped in the lake.
"It's awful lonely here in the water", he yelled. I then quickly stripped off my clothes then jumped in. The cold water was quite a shock to me, but I quickly got used to it.
For a while we swam around and splashed each other. He then swam up to me and pressed me against a support pole of the dock, and we made out like teenagers at a horror movie. We then climbed out of the water and laid on the blanket.
He pulled a tube of lubricant from his pant pocket and lubed himself and me up. He then slowly slid him self inside me. The sensation is what I would call a beautiful pain. I giggled at the way his eyes rolled into his head. This was technically my first time even though I wasn't a virgin. I really should save my daddy issues for my therapy sessions. Once I got comfortable he started building momentum once he was completely inside.
A few weeks later we moved in together and that's when things started to strain. He was supposedly looking for a job so that we could better support ourselves. My part-time income was simply not enough so I quit school to work full-time. I noticed that he had been drinking more and more.
One day, I got out of work early and on the way home, I drove by a bar and saw his truck parked out front of it. He was supposed to be using this time to look for a job and to grab a couple of weeks worth of groceries.
When he finally got home at 2 AM, I confronted him. That was when he first hit me. In the morning I started to pack my things, but he told me that he loved me and that he will never hit me again. We kissed and made up and everything appeared to be kosher. The situation eventually got worse. He started spending more and more household money on his drinking habbit. Night after night he would come home and beat the living shit out of me. When I tried to leave he took a steak knife and stabbed me in the arm then beat me even worse. Can you believe that I actually thought the doctors at the ER would buy that I fell on that knife. You would think that would convince me to me leave for good, but no it didn't. I stayed for another 3 years.
This brings us to where I am now. This was it, I had it. Earlier when Wes passed out from his latest drinking binge, I quickly packed a few of my personal belongings and quickly drove off. I am now crossing the line into Texas. Maybe here I can start a new life.
[Much Later On]
I am now enrolled at Southern Methodist University, finishing out my degree that I started at Dartmouth. I couldn't be happier. I haven't heard from Wes in a while, which that is a great thing.
One night I was hanging out at a club in Deep Ellum when this incredibly handsome man approached me. He was about 6 feet tall, dark eyes, black hair and an olive complexion to die for. You can tell that he worked out often. He introduced himself as "Carlos" and we danced for a while. We then went back to my place.
We walked through the door, I instantly slammed it after we entered. We started making out passionately and ended up on my brown leather couch. He then stuck his hand down the waist band of my jeans and started stroking my swollen member.
We quickly stripped off our clothes and took a shower. We spent the whole night making hot erratic love. I didn't expect to see him ever again when I closed my eyes to sleep. I figured that I would be nothing more than a knotch in his headboar. I was certainly surprised when I smelt bacon and eggs cooking in my kitchen later in the morning.
When I walked into the kitchen, I saw him wearing nothing but my "Kiss the Cook" apron and filling two plates with food. We sat and ate and talked. I found out that he's a journalism major just like me and that he is also attending SMU.
Jose and I have been together since that night. I have no one to thank for my change of luck but myself. If I didn't save me, no one else would've
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I know that this might not be the most "erotic" story in the archives, but I think it's sweet. I would really like y'alls constructive criticism. Also, would any of you be interested in this story being continued into a series? Email me at alana_montgomery@email.com